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At a distance of 70 meters, the Pecots, who had just huddled together to cheer for victory, had not yet recovered from the shock, and two rows of lead bullets crashed into the dense crowd like a stationary target, setting off a rain of blood.

More than 40 Pecots were torn apart by bullets in an instant, their thin and thin bodies hung with broken limbs, broken corpses and blood all over the ground.

The Pecots exploded, and they scattered like a catastrophe, but more people rushed into each other in the chaos, spinning around like flies.

The 6-pounder gun fired, and the ship's cannon, loaded with grapeshot, spewed smoke and dust a hundred times more spectacular than a flintlock gun at a chaotic crowd less than 100 meters. In less than a second, a large wail rang out again, and a dense rain of bullets smashed the twenty or so Pecots like a broom, and several pieces of broken corpses even flew into the defensive circle in the center of West Point.

When the soldiers of the land garrison charged with bayonets, the Pecots, who were less than 300 men left, finally collapsed. They dropped everything in their hands and squeezed like rabbits behind anything that could cover their bodies, while the Pecots in the other two directions ran desperately towards the woods outside the town.

In West Point's last defensive circle, the remaining residents and soldiers stared blankly at the sudden killing in the south and the running officers and soldiers of the land garrison.

An Englishman howled strangely, and knelt to the ground with tears on his face. He Yu sat on the ground and gasped for breath.

More people hugged each other, screaming and laughing like crazy.

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Monday, April 12, 1621.

40 Indians joined the military operation of the Manhattan Land Guard, including 26 Delaware and 14 Mohoks.

The Drava had a reason for revenge, while the Mohoks who had joined temporarily were simply taking advantage of the fire. The Mohoks, who had long bullied the Peco and became addicted, knew the situation in the area very well, so they became the guides of the whole army.

At 11 a.m., with the firing of a six-pounder gun, the Pects village northwest of West Point declared its final collapse.

In addition to leaving the necessary remaining forces to guard the hundreds of Pecot Indian prisoners captured during the siege relief yesterday, 60 soldiers of the land garrison, led by Chen Liwen and led by the Mohoek and Drava, rushed to the Pecot village early in the morning.

The battered Pecots village had apparently not had time to flee, and the entire village had been almost wiped out in yesterday's battle, and the few men left could not resist this vengeful bloodbath.

More than 300 Pecots were taken prisoner, almost all the humble huts were set on fire, and the excited Mohoks searched the chaotic village for the spoils of their sights, while the Drava warriors sliced the bloody scalps of the dead with sharp bone knives and draped them over their shoulders.

Looking at the hellish indigenous village in front of him, a team of frightened and haggard captives staggering by, and those wolf-like Mohok accomplices, Chen Liwen was in a trance.

"Report! The reconnaissance group, which had followed the Pecot deserters across the river, had returned, and four kilometres northeast of the Hudson River had a Pecot Indian village, numbering about 700 men, but there seemed to be an infighting early this morning. A soldier ran to Chen Liwen's side and saluted, conveying a somewhat surprising situation.

"Speed up the battlefield cleanup, return to West Point, and get ready to cross the river by boat! All threats in this area must be eradicated! Chen Liwen took a deep breath and resolutely gave the established plan instructions.

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At dusk, the last group of Pecots entered the makeshift prisoner of war camp west of West Point, where more than 600 Indian men, women, and children were crammed into a narrow wooded clearing less than three acres in circumference.

More than 20 soldiers of the Ground Garrison, with the cooperation of the Delaware fighters, surrounded them vigilantly, and the 6-pounder cannon was even more pointed at the pile of people, and with the slightest change, the loaded grapeshothull could instantly shatter the crowd dozens of meters away.

In West Point, in a small cabin, several Indians with strange hairstyles were standing in front of Chen Liwen and others with surprised and deferential expressions. Li Xiang did not let Na Da accompany him, but served as the on-site interpreter with a wooden stick.

"They are Mohicans, who had been annexed by the Pecots before, and they started the battle that is taking place today in that Pecot village on the east bank. They want our help to get rid of the Pecots. ”

Li Xiang muttered a few words softly to Chen Liwen, then turned his head to look at He Yu, saw that the other party also had a strange expression, and then looked at the Mohican Indians in front of him, so he touched the other party with his arm: "Hehe, this is the classic Mohican hairstyle, now I finally see the historical prototype, right?" ”

"Hmm...... But it's really ugly, and on the heads of these people, it's completely different from the cool hairstyles of later generations. He Yu was stunned for a while before he spit out such a sentence.

The Mohican people muttered a lot more, and as Li Xiang continued to translate, Chen Liwen's brows gradually relaxed.

"Good! Tell them that all the weapons of the Pecots that we have seized this time will be given to them, and that some food will be distributed to them, and that the Mohicans, whom they had previously coerced into participating in the siege, may be released. Chen Liwen sat down with a strange smile, pointed out the room, and his expression instantly became stern, "But I have a request, that is, there must be no more Pecots in this area!" ”

Li Xiang translated the past, and the representative of Moxigan, who seemed to be of a high status in front of him, looked surprised, nodded again and again, and then muttered a few words a little embarrassed.

"They said that this was their place before, and that the Pecots had defeated them and taken it. They promised to unite with other Indian tribes in the east who had been bullied by the Pecots against the Pecots. They also want to get our kind of weapons that can fire. Li Xiang shrugged his shoulders and said that the other party's lion opened his mouth.

"Sue them, this is our territory! They can only go east of the east bank of the Hudson River! Muskets could not be given to them, but we could provide them with enough iron arrows and iron spears in the form of trade, which would be enough for them to drive the Pekots away. ”

Chen Liwen finished coldly, sorted out his military uniform, and strode out of the wooden house.

Li Xiang smiled and translated the past, and the Mohicans were slightly disappointed, but they were elated to hear that powerful iron weapons could be obtained through guò trade.

Some 20 or so Indian captives belonging to the Mohican were released, and the remaining 580 or so Pecots were escorted by live ammunition and began to walk towards the mines to the west.

Their future destiny is to become prisoners of war slaves in the iron ore mines of West Point, and to survive with endless mining labor......

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Two days later, the Manhattan officers and men who had finished their rest and went north began to prepare to board the ship and head south. The town of West Point, which had been briefly restored, was calm again, and the fishing boats were carrying more supplies for the past two days, including hundreds of flintlock pistols and a large amount of gunpowder seized from the Mayflower.

No blood or minced flesh can be seen in West Point, and although the smell of blood will remain for a long time, the surviving residents of West Point have settled down considerably.

"Mr. Brest!" After explaining to a petty officer stationed in West Point instead of He Yu, Chen Liwen walked up to the priest with a gentle smile on his face, and looked condescendingly at the English people in front of him, who were also full of spring breeze, "Your courage and that of all the English people has greatly satisfied our government, and in view of your excellence in defending West Point, my government has officially conveyed to you that you have been special and have been given the right to officially reside in West Point, Your wife and daughter will be delivered here together on the next transport...... If you are able to speak Mandarin within a year, you have the opportunity to gain further status improvement. ”

Further status improvement? God, can we be Americans? Brest trembled a little with excitement.

The wounded, who had been considered incorrigible to him, were out of danger in just two days, and the liquid with comparable magic contained in the strange glass syringe was a miracle that had never been seen in the whole of Europe.

While only 31 of the 42 Englanders who first arrived at West Point, and half of them are wounded, what could be more exciting than the news? Wasn't a life of freedom and abundance what they had left Europe to seek?

As soon as the news spread, the English, standing or lying down, shouted with joy, and several of the soldiers of the Ground Garrison, who had been fighting closely with them in the past few days, laughed and patted them on the shoulder, or gave them cigarettes or handed them a bottle of corn wine.

"Captain Chen......"

At this time, a young man with his arm still wrapped in bandages walked over, stood in front of Chen Liwen shyly and nervously, and lowered his head slightly.

"I discussed with my friends that the two of us would not go back to Manhattan, and we would live here with them, even if it was to do what we could for everyone. Dong Jiunan said that he can't be the master, let me apply to you......"

The young man's head was lowered, and he couldn't see what his expression was, but from his words, he could hear a trace of guilt and panic that could not be concealed.

Chen Liwen quietly looked at the Manhattan construction team employees in front of him, and sighed softly.

Of the 30 construction workers brought by Dong Jiunan this time, in addition to himself, there were a total of 4 people who belonged to the crossing crowd, among which Qiao Daqiang died on the day of the conflict, and another man who participated in the rape of the Pecot Indian girl was also killed in the bloody battle before the reinforcements arrived.

Now, only the two of them remained. And in the squad led by He Yu, there was also a soldier who was seriously injured and died.

Aside from the deaths of 11 English and 15 Delaware Indians, in just a few days, three simultaneous space-crossing people were also killed, which has to be said to be the worst loss in the whole of Manhattan since the cataclysm.

"Hey, it's okay, it's not suitable for you to go back now, so I agreed unilaterally. Anyway, there is still a squad of garrison troops left here for a short time, and the two of you will help here, and by the way, you will be responsible for the trade with the Indians in this area. ”

Chen Liwen looked at He Yu and Li Xiang's expressions, and knew that they all secretly agreed with this plan, so he patted the young man on the shoulder and walked away.

This is probably the last way to do it at the moment, if the two of them go back and the truth spreads, how will they face the reproaches of all the residents of Manhattan? Maybe what happened here can't be passed back at all......

Li Xiang, who was limping towards the fishing boat with Na Da in his arms, kept thinking.

The boat's motor began to tremble, and the English residents and officers who remained in West Point waved their hands, and the people on board responded enthusiastically.

The temperament of the soldiers of the land garrison who returned with the ship has changed. But the first two recruits who did not abide by military rules were invited out of the land garrison by Chen Liwen afterwards, on the grounds that they were not suitable for being soldiers.

A day later, three new tombstones were installed in the cemetery north of Manhattan, all with a single line of words, except for the name: the most deatable person who died heroically defending West Point......

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